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you see it from fifty feet, eyes fixed,
no free space between them, they
touch, standing, scooped
on each other, the moment, cocooned
from the jumble of life moving dazed
down the sidewalk. A warm light
breezy motion draws the thin-mint
smiles of strangers passing, I
can't help but smile too, and muse
the lesson of first love. We all know
it won't last.
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